DEATH OF A BURNING MOSSBORN

[_RoyalCrafter_ 3337]

As Kierd ran through the woods of Hefrumm, his mind was filled with one thought. “For the Clan” as his damned vuur’duur tained uncle Lurdoic, chased him down. As he reached the edge of the cliff, fiery tears formed in his eyes as he saw the stone below him, thoughts of his family, his twin sister, his mother, his father, his uncle, and the forest dwarves of Hefrumm flashed in his mind.

“EMERALD NEVER BREAKS”

He yelled, as he jumped to his death, to do what is needed and to protect those he loved.

The Green Priest, Kierd Garedynson, lay dead on the cliffs, body mangled and crumpled by jagged rock and metal. His "uncle" scavenging him like a vulture.

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[Rebellionlife 364]

"What teh fook happened ere? Fooking idiot, tried to fly he did!" The mossy dewd stated. 

[SharpString 324]

Tuzic was broken as whispers spread of Kierd’s killing… He set off to find his kin… He’d get his answers. 

[CharlestheDwarf 70]

"... Th' fehk y'mean he's dead?"

Thurgrim had sighed at the news, settling his head into his hands and giving a light shake. No matter how hard the dwarf seemed to try, Garedyn's family kept having more and more instances of death, or near death.

[mateolog 1552]

Khazaefron hears the news of the passing of the young seer of the Mossborn "Et be a shame, anotha one ef our folk falls. Soon there will be little that stands en between tha folk and tha vultures...we must act. May tha Brathmordakin claim Kierd as his life was dignified."